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Again the storm-tossed sea is calmed; the breath of peace swept down the bay; Again the haven we have reached where we may Hollow Christmas day; For years the tempest has been fierce; the earth, the seas, the air above May find world peace; all tumult o'er about the world, through bond of love The deepest gifts our hearts may know should radiate on all mankind; But through the golden rule of love disseminate the spirit-art Of painting on the walls of time, the Sacred Message of the heart. Aye, meteors of the darkest night that ever hung above the earth Illume the day; the “era” new of which we see a joyous birth; How opportune; how gladly rare we may not paint upon this scroll, Because the message is too deep; it is a factor of the soul The millions who as martyrs fell Be not in vain upon the bier; The price of freedom was their gift their shafts of glory standing here As monuments to what they were; upon our hearts is chiseled deep The epitaphs we ponder o'er; while they at rest may sweetly sleep. Let us be glad that Honor's Roll con- tains for them in words of gold. The deepest gifts the heart may know, the lives of which may well unfold. In future time, the Hero's alms for Righteousness along the way; And Bountiful the Givers were, that we be happy Christmas day. Warren, Pa JOHN B. CABLE Dec. 25, 1918 |